{"id":657,"date":"2021-04-30T10:04:21","date_gmt":"2021-04-30T10:04:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/?p=657"},"modified":"2021-04-30T10:04:44","modified_gmt":"2021-04-30T10:04:44","slug":"facing-the-goodbye-esna-tales3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/facing-the-goodbye-esna-tales3\/","title":{"rendered":"Facing the goodbye"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong><em>March 30, 2017. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dear journal,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was around ten-thirty when we lay on the bed after finishing the grand dinner which was prepared specially for us. Nobody was interested in the prospect of going to bed but I had to because I had to leave for school the following day. While I listened to music, my earphones plugged in, Lee paged through a magazine as she sang along (read: screamed with abandon) to a song sung by a 3-year-old girl back in the 90s. I had to denounce her taste in music, but I appreciated that she was reading a copy of Tinkle she had begged her mother to buy her at the railway station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At last, we switched off the lights and went to bed at eleven-thirty when I nearly yelled out loud after seeing the glowing shirt of our other cousin, Darrell. He was wearing a spooky (frightening for me) glow in the dark shirt which I hadn&#8217;t realized was glow in the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remembered to set an alarm so that I wasn&#8217;t late to school, like the perfect student I was. However, what I did not remember to do was unplug the earphones connected, and proceeded to sleep through my alarm that hopelessly blared through my earphones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I woke up with a start at 6:45 AM, with nothing but the sadistic urge to push Lee off the bed, because how could she be sleeping, her expression peaceful, when I was freaking out over being late! My dreams were crushed as she groggily sat up, staring at me through blurry eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We took turns brushing our teeth but started fighting for the bathroom when we had to bathe. Luckily, Lee&#8217;s mother was on my side and she prompted me to go take a bath first. Lee stood by the door as I bathed, sulking and whining. I recalled that she was leaving today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I made a face as I walked out of the shower as she rushed to lock herself in the bathroom. Then, I proceeded with the trivial morning activities- breakfast, doing my hair, searching for my socks, and the likes. Usually, I walk to school but today, Grandpa offered to drop me on his way to the railway station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color\">I accepted the rare offer and shuffled into the car. In no time, the car came to a halt in front of the school gates and a rather sad thought crossed my mind. <strong><em>Good things end so quickly, in fleeting moments but bad things don&#8217;t.<\/em><\/strong> I bid goodbye to everyone aboard the car and Lee waved back, grinning. And so ended, the time with her, the gloom from her departure fading into my routine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Esther. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-wp-embed is-provider-her-stories wp-block-embed-her-stories\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"U3UgxNlcmK\"><a href=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/mehendi-madness-teen-tales-esna\/\">Mehendi Madness<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;Mehendi Madness&#8221; &#8212; Her Stories\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/mehendi-madness-teen-tales-esna\/embed\/#?secret=U3UgxNlcmK\" data-secret=\"U3UgxNlcmK\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-wp-embed is-provider-her-stories wp-block-embed-her-stories\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"B2a4yiksfU\"><a href=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/a-visit-to-an-old-church-teen-tales\/\">A visit to an old Church<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;A visit to an old Church&#8221; &#8212; Her Stories\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/a-visit-to-an-old-church-teen-tales\/embed\/#?secret=B2a4yiksfU\" data-secret=\"B2a4yiksfU\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Authors<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"2560\" height=\"1438\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-596\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-scaled.jpg 2560w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-300x169.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Esther &amp; Lee<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> Good things end so quickly, in fleeting moments but bad things don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":658,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[30,29,6],"tags":[39],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/657"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=657"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":659,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/657\/revisions\/659"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}